Ok, maybe they don’t. That was clickbait.
I just wrapped up my first normal-mode playthrough of the newly released remake of Resident Evil 2, and I’m having a lot of trouble telling myself I enjoyed myself while playing.
Yet, there’s no shortage of people gushing about how great this game is. Fantastic. Tremendous. Outstanding. It’s these sort of words I’m seeing quite a lot of.
I just want to register my contrary thoughts, for not much reason other than to have them down concretely.
Horror games generally sacrifice interesting game play in exchange for fear inducing environments, situations, and characters. Typical horror game protagonists are incapable of doing more than a jog at a rather un-labored pace. The name of the game in horror games is puzzles. So, we have to learn to not expect too much gameplay wise when playing horror games. I’ve certainly come to be familiar with that aspect of the genre.
That being said, the other aspects of the game had better not be ass. Two games that I enjoyed a lot were SOMA and RE6. SOMA’s core conundrum, what constitutes being human and at what point can we not call things human, manifested itself throughout the game, and had an interesting relationship develop between Simon and Catherine. It also had an environment that isn’t usually used in horror games, and gave it a sci-fi element. RE6, while possibly not qualifying as horror, threw me in a wide number of settings and play styles, kept character relationships in focus, and because of its format, maintained a higher level of tension than usual in horror games. Honestly, it’s closer to a third person shooter.
For these reasons, those two games get a pass from me when it comes to bad-gameplay-expectations.
RE2 doesn’t, though. In RE2, the focus is the gameplay. Story is sparing, and your concerns are limited to how to solve a variety of puzzles that lie in the area, while not dying, obviously. The people that enjoy the game seem to be in love with having no ammunition or health, and barely scraping by. That… appears to be the only merit to the game, as far as I’ve read when it comes to opinions of the game.
I found the environment droll (which is a criticism of the original and by extension the remake). The story is very dry for the first half of the game, and the situation very slightly becomes more interesting after that. The entire police station section, as far as I’m concerned, is just a huge filler episode. There’s almost no development in the story, apart from wondering why some big guy is chasing you everywhere, aside from some very minor bits of info doled out in notes. Your goal doesn’t even make sense, either. You want to get out of the station. I’m pretty sure you could just jog out the front gate, as easily as you came in. The characters have certainly gone through worse. Noting this made my motivation to play evaporate during the police station section.
We spend some fleeting moments with Ada; this part and the parts afterward being the highlight of the game for me (apart from actually playing as Ada; that was not so great). Apart from that, I don’t think I enjoyed anything about this game.
The fact that zombies took so many bullets to the head was a weird troll. Headshots were the name of the game for every other game in the series (on normal modes at least), and to have the game punish you for that felt kind of weird. Instead, we just settle for legshots.
This turned into rambling, it’s 3am and I think I’m done.
I don’t get how people find it fun to dance around zombies with no ammo, hoping they don’t grapple you. That appears to be core game play and it’s just dogshit.
Shame on me, I guess.
I really wanted one, but I was having trouble finding anyone give a CONCRETE testimony that you can’t buy the CHIAPPA M1-22 in NJ. I did see things about a Citadel M1, and things in 9mm and obviously .Well, here it is. You can’t. And, ostensibly, you should feel bad for wanting one in the state of NJ.
I got a call today from the FFL, and they said NJ State Police have identified it as substantially identical (yeah, whatever) to the M1 Carbine that is found on NJ’s assault weapon ban list.
I knew there was a chance that would happen when I ordered this, but I really, REALLY didn’t want to believe it.
The Colt AR-15 is banned in NJ. ‘Avtomat Kalashnikov type’ rifles are banned in NJ. Yet, I can buy an AR-15 in NJ. I can buy a WASR in NJ. I can buy a VEPR in NJ. They will fire the EXACT SAME CARTRIDGE as the banned weapons, in the exact same manner. They will (potentially) look EXACTLY the same. This is allowed. (???)
The M1 Carbine (Caliber .30) is banned in NJ. I ordered a 22LR look-alike, which, (sorry Chiappa I generally find myself liking your stuff) in all likelyhood, is less reliable than my Ruger 10-22. The cartridge is completely different. The operating parts are, by extension, all different and entirely non-interchangeable.
It’s not allowed??? Excuse me for wanting a tasteful looking rifle, NJ. I guess I should stick with AKs, huh?
So, I locked myself out of my gun cabinet a while ago. As in, I lost the keys. I need to move the cabinet soon so it’s kind of a big deal, but instead of taking a crowbar or saw to it, or contacting the manufacturer for a replacement key (requires a notarized request form, ugh), I decided on an alternative.
Time to add another ‘hobby’ on my ever growing list of, ‘things I tried for a while and never got good at’. Lockpocking!
I ordered some really cheap made in China lockpick sets and a couple locks, and I gotta say, I thought the barrier of entry would be higher.
I’ve read about how pin and tumbler locks and how to pick them several times, but never actually tried until today. But it’s suprising and pretty disappointing how easily some locks open by just jingling a pick in it randomly. As in, half the times I picked the locks I had, they opened without me making a very conscious effort to imagine the pins or the lock’s internals.
I still have yet to try my cabinet, but I think I should be fine. The things that gave me trouble were small locks.
Put together my first polymer lower, and I gotta say, I’m pretty sure I’m not getting any more of these. I bought a pair of them in November and finally decided to get around the assembly for them, and they just feel so cheap. You might say, well, that’s what you get for being cheap and going polymer. The thing is… they’re not any cheaper than a basic forged aluminum lower. In fact, I paid a good sight more for these than aluminum. The trigger and hammer pins stick out. The grip screw feels really weird to install… it requires a lot of force to turn the screw, and when it goes in, it feels like the section of the lower it’s going into is being spread apart by the screw. It’s just really tight, I guess. It feels like the walls of the magazine well are bending when I grip it tightly. I’m having problems with the safety… I can’t get it into the FIRE position. Maybe that’s a problem with the lower part kit I used, I still haven’t determined what’s wrong.
Of course, I have nothing to say about reliability, as I’ve yet to put an upper on it and shoot anything. I’m really not seeing the benefits of it over the firm feel of aluminum. Of course, it does feel light in the hand, and since it’s polymer, it fits the same texture as the butt stock. It’s cute, but I think I’ll keep the number I own at 2.
Felt like writing again, simply because I haven’t in a while.
The title applies to yesterday (and hopefully today too). I had to stay late for some errors at work, and it ended up raining all over my bike, and it was still raining throughout the ride back. It’s the first time since the crash that I rode in the rain, and it was just as terrifying as I thought it would be. There was a lot of hazard light usage, pulling over so people could pass, and 10 mile-per-hour turns. I made it though, and while the experience was awful, a part of me is happy. I’ve secretly wanted to get caught in the rain so I could try getting over riding in the rain. 40 minutes of glacially slow, very upright riding and I’m not quite over it, but at least I know I can do it.
At one point I could have sworn I was drifting sideways on a particularly wet turn. It was really hard to see, too. I had to keep the visor up because it seems to fog up when it’s wet outside, so my glasses were constantly dripping. It could have been a really bad day, but all things considered, it was fine.
The other part is my continuing on my latest STG project. I fixed bullet data to use a Dictionary<string,object> instead of it being a single string.
Today I wanted to do a pattern resembling a spell of Tewi’s.
Need to try out making bullets that rotate, with the rotation based on a sinusoidal function of the bullet’s total time alive.
One thing I really hate is getting stuck on something and googling for a solution, and getting pages upon pages of solutions for problems that aren’t mine. Not saying it should be different, but it does tend to get me upset.
I have a web service that I need to test, and I want to do that without locking up Visual Studio.
I right clicked the solution, hit Publish. Selected IIS, FTP, etc option, selected File System from the Publish Method drop down, and put it in a shallow folder in C:\.
Ran iisexpress and gave it the path of the folder I indicated in the previous step.
iisexpress /path:C:\iis\ /port:9090
Started up my test application which makes requests to the URL.
Worked just fine. This probably shouldn’t have taken up 2 hours of my time…
It hasn’t even been a year but I can already say, it hasn’t been great.
Screw fell out of the gear shift and foot peg base during my ride to work. Couldn’t upshift, because the whole assembly just swiveled on the one remaining screw instead of holding so it would apply pressure to the gear change fork.
I was starting from a stop at a 4 way stop intersection, followed by a couple cars. I revved up to gear 2 quickly, and then tried for gear 3 when I noticed the revs were way higher than I expected, and I was still going nowhere. I thought I was in neutral at first, but I checked the lamp and that wasn’t the case. I pulled over, confused, into some rich guy’s driveway. Looked down, moved the gear shift lever, and saw the whole assembly just swinging around when I tried to move the lever up.
I was at a loss for what to do at that moment, naturally. My first conclusion was to walk around and look for the screw. There was no sidewalk on that road so it was a little awkward stomping on everyone’s grass, but I’m sure they could afford replacement lawns. Distances are a lot longer on foot than they seem when sitting on wheels, but I went back to the intersection, and returned to my bike without seeing anything bolt-like. I considered getting an Uber back home for replacement parts (which would have been terrible because I didn’t actually have the replacements I thought I had), but then decided the problem wasn’t that big. “Why not try to figure something out here? I don’t want to leave the bike here, and I definitely don’t want to ring these guys’ doorbell to explain why there’s a shitty bike blocking their driveway.”
Something to fasten this gear shift base in place…
At first I tried just tying a loop around the loose parts, with a blue lanyard I had in my backpack. It wasn’t tight enough to keep the shifter in place, though. I then looked for some wire to thread through the screw hole to see if I could tie a knot through there, but I was a little reluctant because I would a. ruin whatever I put through there, and b. any wire or string that would fit through that hole easily may not be sturdy enough to not exhibit structural failure.
The only long metal ‘thing’ I had was an Allen wrench that was used for most of the fairing fasteners. I stuck it through, and tied that to the frame. It held long enough to get to work.
Biking is pretty shit. I’ve ordered replacement screws and some blue loctite. Thinking back, I probably could have just gotten around this problem by putting more downward pressure on my heel when upshifting. I tend to lift my whole foot when working the lever though, because I’m bad and I don’t like stretching my calves.
Run Solvent, Oil Patch through Bore
Rub Down with 000 Steel Wool
Wipe with Acetone
Plug Barrel Ends with Cotton
Heat to 175F
Wipe with Browning Solution
Let Sit 1 Hour
Rub with 000 Steel Wool
Reheat to 175F
Wipe with Browning Solution
Let Sit 1 Hour
Rub with 000 Steel Wool
Coat in motor oil
Let Sit 24 Hours
Just finished watching NHK Ni Youkoso last night.
I started watching it because of the overwhelmingly good reviews, and the fact it had to deal with some hikkikomori guy, which was at least somewhat relatable. I found it mildly enjoyable at times but overall dissatisfying. The anime was so well received, though, that I’m now trying to take concrete notes about what I thought about it and why I didn’t like it.
I say that, but the following points aren’t really about what I didn’t like. They’re just talking topics from the show.
[Edit] Right on this line, I’m actually almost done with writing and decided to come back here and state something. I hope a year from now, I come back and read this and cringe the shit out of myself. Here’s to me in 2017.
You think you’re intruding, they think you don’t care
Starting off with a small point. When you’re introverted, at times you can imagine asking someone for details about their life as an intrusion. And without mistake, that can sometimes be the case. But it’s also important not to make it a policy never to ask anyone about their lives. Showing an interest in other people’s lives, feigned or otherwise, is key to building relationships with people.
This is really clear when Yamazaki reveals to Satou that he will be called back to the farm, and starts off by saying Satou doesn’t really care about what’s going on with other people. There is a balance between indifference to other people and being rudely intrusive that everyone has to deal with.
It’s frustrating when Satou contributes so little when people dump their emotions on him. It hurts his ability to connect with them.
Things won’t happen as you would like
Life will rarely give you what you want as you want it. You can’t demand from the world, and from other people, to be as you want it. You can’t change people if they don’t want to change. Focus on yourself, the thing you can change. Find satisfaction in what you can do, don’t focus on what others can’t. Don’t think you deserve anything from anyone, and come back demanding it if they don’t give it to you, whether it be affection, appreciation, friendship, understanding, anything. It will be unseemly on top of being fruitless.
It’s easy to forget, other people have motives too
While it may be detrimental to exhibit too much cynicism, it’s also important to examine other people’s intentions when they act, without focusing on how it affects your own life.
Counting on outside validation is dangerous
It feels good when our value is appreciated by outside parties. It can also be easy to become dependent on the validation that provides. It’s also important to have your own sense of self appreciation, though. People won’t always see what you’re worth, and you won’t always be able to control that. If your happiness depends completely on that, you won’t be able to control your own life, because your value depends on other people’s opinions. As with anything, there’s a balance.
Security begets stagnation; Crisis promotes growth
No one improves in the show without going through some kind of trouble. Yamazaki, ‘Torotoro’, Hitomi, Satou, Misaki. Maybe more, I just don’t feel like thinking much. I doubt anyone would read this far, read the names, and not know already what crisis and growth they faced.
This is a situation I can definitely sympathize with strongly. When you feel you have everything, you won’t want to do anything. Although we strive to be satisfied with our lives, if we ever reach that point, complacency follows close behind. Being hungry seems painful, but when you become fat and full, it’s easy to lose track of things. I feel I stopped growing 2-3 years ago, and literally got a bit fat. Crisis came then, and I’m working on it now.
What I don’t like is that it took so long in the show to feel any progress from Satou. Had he not been cut off, I don’t have a reason to believe he wouldn’t have sat in his room for years afterwards. Making new friends, experiencing dramatic events, sharing close moments with people, none of those were enough to pull him out of his shell. It took the loss of income for him to really leave.
Although, as I’m writing this, it makes me think. I write it as if the ultimate goal was for him to get outside. As if simply being outside is such a feat. As if finally having a source of income validates our existence.
Satou had no friends, and never left his room. He was the lowest of low in society. A failure of a human.
Throughout the story, he makes friends. He feels affectionate, and receives affection. He struggles to find value in himself. He gets himself in trouble over and over again, and pulls through with the help of his friends. In the end, he’s still a failure of a human.
In the end, he gets out of his house every morning to direct traffic. He has friends, but they have their own lives now. Misaki seems him get out of his room daily, and remarks that Satou is cured. Because he has a job, she decides she is no longer needed. Is he a good person now? Is he normal now? Is that what it takes?
Being outside regularly, at the very least, does allow for more change to his situation than being holed up in his room.
It’s not what you need, it’s what you want
The most obvious denial of satisfaction is Satou’s refusal to return Misaki’s desperate attempts making a connection. We eventually learn Misaki doesn’t have a special reason to want to be connected to Satou specifically. She’s just yearning for validation, and needs someone she can expect to be helpless enough to need her. It’s not that she needs Satou to love her. She needs SOMEONE to love her.
Life is a pain
Misaki’s talks toward the end of the show are poignant. I don’t think she gets many opportunities to show her character with explicit words (although her actions say plenty), so it’s nice to hear what she’s thinking. She doesn’t tell Satou she’s struggling until later, and while it’s obvious she has issues Satou doesn’t seem to care.
Anyway, her pie graph of life was something I’m sure anyone can accept. For most people, I think life generally feels like a chore at best. You live off the few happy moments that God bestows you, while you toil away for the opportunity to see them. Everyone has their own struggles regardless of their place.
Don’t remember the actual line but that’s cute.
My opinion? Of course, personally I don’t feel the need to assign blame to all the bad things that happen to a single person. There’s no higher reason for anything. There is no answer to ‘why do bad things happen to good people.’ Just live as you please, and if you want out, die. Human imagination is really a beautiful thing. There’s so many concepts, beliefs, reasons we’ve invented.
There are two sides of what I think as far as reasons to live:
1/2 I am what’s wrong with the world. I don’t feel the need to improve humanity as a whole. I am not contributing to society in a way that will improve other’s lives in a meaningful way, and I am OK with that. I benefit from the labor of people who did feel this need, and I am OK with not being a part of that. The world would be a better place had less people who think as I do existed.
2/2 Whether you improve other’s lives or not, in the end, there’s no greater meaning. The only thing a human being should want to accomplish is to act in a way that those chemicals in your head behave harmoniously (be happy). It wasn’t by design that we have an impulse to cooperate, to feel love, to feel satisfaction from altruism. Humanity has simply been culled by process of elimination to favor individuals who are governed by these mechanisms. We construct a society that benefits this way of thinking.
What does all that babble mean? I’m rambling, really. This whole shitpost is just rambling. I became a little lost for a moment.
But I think what I’m trying to say is, if you’re feeling like you should be doing more, if you feel dissatisfied with yourself, that’s OK. Improve as much as you want. Realize those feelings of dissatisfaction are internal, and that just because someone expects more of you doesn’t mean you need to adopt those feelings.
As to people that have bad things constantly happen to them, I can offer no comforting thought. In the godless, meaningless world I’m imagining, there can’t be, unfortunately… which is regrettable. I can at least offer the view that there isn’t an invisible demon tormenting you. The world just happens to be awful to people. Thankfully, society has evolved to make some people find happiness in helping the chronically and otherwise unfortunate. Find them, is the best I can say.
The thing about this show was that I never saw any real happy points. That may be how it is in life, but I watched a show to escape, not to remind myself how much I think Monday blows. Yes, I’m someone who needs a happy ending. If Misaki died at the end, I wouldn’t even be writing about this at all. I’d just forget all about this and regret having spent nights watching this.
I still don’t like any of this
I think the main thing that ended up souring the whole show for me was how cold Satou treated Misaki throughout the entire thing. He rejected her offhandedly, repeatedly, and was OK with accepting her help but not OK with entertaining her struggle to be noticed.
Another thing I didn’t like was the pacing. It felt as if Satou just languished around for 24 episodes until finally he was forced to search for work.
What the fuck was that scene at the cliff? It reminded me of Stein’s Gate, with the evil shadow organization talk. After being shrewd enough to catch Misaki before she kills herself, he babbles about the NHK (inviting Misaki to accept that her problems aren’t because she’s a bad person, nor that she deserves it). A little weird, but that’s what I expect. Then, he goes to jump off the cliff himself??????
Really struggling to make sense out of that. On the surface, it seems he imagines a physical NHK he can attack for both his and Misaki’s sake. He resolves to make a suicide attack. His run to the cliff and him actually leaping off makes it hard to think it’s an act prompting Misaki to act, and makes it rather seem like he is actually insane. He tried to kill himself out of frustration for his situation and how badly Misaki has fared in the world? It just doesn’t feel at all realistic.
For me, fictional stories can be as unrealistic as they want in terms of environment, situation, technology, etc. But if human characters behave in a way that is completely unrelatable, I can’t enjoy it. Why would he kill himself there? I understand he may have become very emotional. However, there is no line of thinking I can attach to this that isn’t ‘he went completely insane and actually thought he held a bomb, actually thought he saw the manifestation of ‘NHK’, the source of all problems, and actually thought he could erase it by jumping into it with his bomb-phone.’ If he did go insane, why right then? It took Misaki trying to kill herself for her to register as another human being in his mind. He faced Hitomi’s desire for suicide before. Satou shows way too little appreciation for Misaki for me to understand him going insane right there.
Is it just so he can have a dramatic death to show he isn’t a loser anymore? Or that it’s unreasonable to expect something dramatic to happen at the end? Thanks, but I don’t need something that abstract in my anime.
This isn’t the only time I couldn’t relate to Satou, but it was a major point.
I just finished this series so I didn’t have a chance to look at any other viewers’ analysis. Maybe that will help. But, I think if I don’t appreciate something until after I learn more about it, it just wasn’t for me. It’s OK if I like something, then after searching more about it I like it even more. I did not like watching NHK Ni Youkoso to begin with, though.
It’s not NOTHING
It’s nice to think about the human condition and think about the problems presented here reflected in my own life. I’ll give it that much. If I wanted to think about these things though, I feel I would have been better off getting drunk and talking about it in real life.